This is going to be a really quick one. I had an inkling that it was coming to this, and now my suspicions are confirmed. I have a minor crush on one of my housemates, let's call him Donut. Donut has a lovely lilting accent, and is funny, friendly, and loves food on the same level that I love food. We have entire conversations purely about food. It is brilliant. And he also loves books, and told me he has rooms full of them back at his parents' house. And, even though he is not traditionally what I would class as my type, he has dreamy blue eyes and a pretty smile (and the accent, come on!). He is also arrogant, in a really endearing way. Problem- apart from the obvious issue of him being my housemate and therefore off limits- he has a girlfriend. A pretty Canadian one with a cool hippy-sounding name. Bah. Anyway, this is probably just a case of situational lust, and wanting what you can't have. I'm going to put it down to that.
As for my other flatmate, Smartie, he is definitely not my type, and luckily I am not his (he likes blondes, I am about as far from blonde as it is possible to get). Smartie embodies most things that I dislike- obsession with money, labels, and just a complete lack of imagination (something that Donut has in spades, in fact, we share a quirky outlook on life, sigh). Having said all of this, Smartie and I get along quite well, but he can be a bit cranky, and I'm not sure how to take him just yet. But Donut sort of makes everything calm between everyone (another reason I am crushing)
Anyway, I'm off to bask in unrequited like until such time as I find a cute boy to kiss.
Yours in quirkiness, cuisine, and inappropriate crushes,
B. J. Barnes
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